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I sat alone in my dimly lit office, the monotonous task of sifting through paperwork provided a temporary respite from the stress/pain that had consumed me.
I reached for the crystal decanter on my desk, pouring myself a generous measure of whiskey, the amber liquid casting a warm glow in the room.
The rich aroma of the drink mingled with the scent of aged leather and old books, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and contemplation.
With each sip, the fiery liquid provided a fleeting escape from the relentless demands of my profession.
I am the Don of the Italian Mafia, a title passed down to me by my father, just as he inherited it from his own father.
When people sense my presence, they cower in fear and show deference, kissing the ground where I walk. They kneel before me, begging for mercy, but I am known for showing none.
It is for this reason that I am also referred to as The Devil.
But that was beside the point of my problems as I couldn't stop thinking of her.
the woman who had changed my world and stolen my heart, the one for whom I would get on my knees and willingly worship as my queen.
I couldn't shake off the memory of the day she walked out on us and left no trace of her existence, four years ago.
On the day I woke up from bed alone and she was gone, leaving nothing but a note beside my dresser.
Her touch lingered in my memory, a delicate caress that sent shivers down my spine, and her scent, a tantalizing blend of strawberries and something more elusive, something that hinted at danger and allure.
Comparing her to other women was futile; she was the one I longed for, who I would want to marry to become my wife.
I retrieved my phone from my pocket and swiftly dialed Lucas. After a few rings, his familiar voice cut through the line.
"What's up, Silas?"
"I need you to find Vera," I instructed
"I'll get right on it," he assured me as he didn't even question it before ending the call, leaving me with a smirk that crept across my lips.
I will find her, and she will be mine again, whether by choice or by force.
As Lucas delved into it, I learned that she was merely a few hours away in New York.
The longing for her had become unbearable, and it was time for her to take her rightful place as my Queen of the Underworld.
I boarded the private plane, waiting for Lucas to gather the detailed information he could find about Vera and her whereabouts.
"This is what I found ," Lucas reported, handing me a yellow envelope before taking a seat beside me.
I eagerly tore open the envelope and was immediately captivated by the images of her. She was breathtaking, a true vision of beauty. She was even more seductive as I last saw her.
